SCENE III. A Street. Enter CINNA, the Poet. Cin. I dreamt to-night, that I did feast with And things unluckily charge my fantasy: Enter Citizens. 1 Cit. What is your name? 4 Cit. Are you a married man, or a bachelor? 2 Cit. Answer every man directly. 1 Cit. Ay, and briefly. 4 Cit. Ay, and wisely. 3 Cit. Ay, and truly, you were best. Cin. What is my name? Whither am I.going? Where do I dwell? Am I a married man, or a bachelor? Then to answer every man directly, and briefly, wisely, and truly. Wisely I say, I am a bachelor. 2 Cit. That's as much as to say, they are fools that marry: - You 'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Proceed; directly. Cin. Directly, I am going to Cæsar's funeral. 1 Cit. As a friend, or an enemy? Cin. As a friend. 2 Cit. That matter is answered directly. 1 Cit. Tear him to pieces, he 's a conspirator. Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet. 4 Cit. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses. Cin. I am not Cinna the conspirator. 2 Cit. It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going. 3 Cit. Tear him, tear him. Come, brands, ho! firebrands. To Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all. Some to Decius' house, and some to Casca's: some to Ligarius': away; go. [Exeunt. ACT THE FOURTH. SCENE 1. A Room in Antony's House. ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at a Table. Ant. These many then shall die; their names are prick'd. Oct. Your brother too must die; Consent you, Lepidus? Lep. I do consent. Oct. Prick' him down, Antony. Lep. Upon condition Publius shall not live, Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony. 8 Ant. He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn 3 him. But, Lepidus, go you to Cæsar's house; Oct. The Capitol. Or here, or at [Exit LEPIDUS. Ant. This is a slight unmeritable man, The three-fold world divided, he should stand Oct. Ant. Octavius, I have seen more days than you; And though we lay these honours on this man, To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads, He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold. Το groan and sweat under the business, Either led or driven, as we point the way; And having brought our treasure where we will, Then take we down his load, and turn him off, Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears, And graze in commons. Oct. You may do your will; But he's a tried and valiant soldier. Ant. So is my horse, Octavius; and, for that, I do appoint him store of provender. It is a creature that I teach to fight, He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth : On objects, arts, and imitations; Which, out of use, and stal'd by other men, Are levying powers: we must straight make head, Therefore, let our alliance be combin'd, Our best friends made, and our best means stretch'd out; And let us presently go sit in council, Oct. Let us do so: for we are at the stake, And some, that smile, have in their hearts, I fear, Millions of mischief. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Before BRUTUS' Tent, in the Camp near Sardis. Drum. Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, LUCIUS, and Soldiers: TITINIUS and PINDARUS meeting them. Bru. Stand here. Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand. Bru. What now, Lucilius? is Cassius near? Luc. He is at hand; and Pindarus is come To do you salutation from his master. [PINDARUS gives a Letter to BRUtus. Bru. He greets me well.-Your master, Pindarus, In his own change, or by ill officers, Hath given me some worthy cause to wish Pin. But that my I do not doubt, noble master will appear Such as he is, full of regard, and honour. Bru. He is not doubted.-A word, Lucilius: How he receiv'd you, let me be resolv'd. Luc. With courtesy, and with respect enough; But not with such familiar instances, Nor with such free and friendly conference, Bru. Thou hast describ'd A hot friend cooling: Ever note, Lucilius, There are no tricks in plain and simple faith: Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd; The greater part, the horse in general, Are come with Cassius. Bru. [March within. Hark, he is arriv'd: March gently on to meet him. Enter CASSIUS and Soldiers. Cas. Stand, ho! Bru. Stand, ho! Speak the word along. Within. Stand. Within. Stand. Within. Stand. Cas. Most noble brother, you have done me wrong. Bru. Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine enemies? And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother? wrongs; And when you do them Bru. Cassius, be content, Speak your griefs softly, I do know you well:Before the eyes of both our armies here, Which should perceive nothing but love from us, |